A dark green day

A dark green day is all over me. I am a body of forest, i wonder what this all means. The holes on the concrete floor, the unused chopsticks by the rubbish bin from which a sour odor seeps from. A fleeting sparrow.

Is it okay for me to be myself? What if I am simply not good enough?

But I refuse to give up and I decide to take pride in my identity. I won't let obstacles stop me!